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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part Twenty
Summary: Fighting…till all things change.
Notes/Warnings: 18 & over. Revolutionary violence. Character death. Gun and sword violence. Angst…with a dash of fluff.
Thank you, for reading! (It’s a long chapter) Be nice! Feedback is welcome! Want to be tagged, please let me know! ❤️ and of course…Enjoy! (Two collages!) More chapters are coming!
My love, I finally fear for my death and I do not wish for you to witness it. - Mon amour, je crains enfin pour ma mort et je ne souhaite pas que tu en sois témoin.
Feeling hollow, knowing this the end he climbed to the top of the barricade and hung the flag, a gentle breeze made it billow out and flap near where he stood.
Swallowing, he turned back to all those who gathered. As he saw you stand in the doorway hanging back, he tightened inside.
“Citizens! This is the end game.”
He saw the exchanging of glances, heard their soft murmurs. Lastly, he saw your eyes grow.
“Every man and woman who stays here and fights today will die. History will remember us, and one day the people will prevail.”
He swallowed. Distantly, he could heard marching and gunfire.
“But for now, the whole Paris army is out, and within an hour they will be upon us. You have nothing to expect, nothing to hope for.”
“We will stand fight. We can strengthen this barricade. We can fight to the last man!” The man held his fist high as he rallied among the people rallying them.
It lift d his heart to see. But they had to be realistic. Absently, he reached up to your ribbon that was still tied to eyelet of his vest.
“Friends, consider. Some of you have wives, husbands, sons, daughters, think of them. A heroic death will do nothing for them. You get yourself killed, they starve. Or worse.” He exhaled. “For you, it is a braver thing to live, for your family’s sake.
“Enjolras, is right.” Called out Marius.
Surprising, him. He glanced down at him from where he stood.
“There’s no shame on you living to fight another day. Every married man and woman, every breadwinner, come forward shake our hands and leave!”
He climbed down to join Marius. “I command you!”
“I entreat you!” Marius added.
He looked the man up and down, who at one time thought had joined the wrong table, at the wrong tavern. Now here he was beside him. He grimaced.
There were more murmurs and glances between the people. A few women began to quietly sob. A few came over, for an embrace a hand shake.
Enjolras’s stomach churned as Despiat came forward. He had been there since day one.
He shared a tight embrace with the man, he continued to swallow down the lump of anguish he felt growing.
“Live well, comrade.” He wished the man. Giving him a brave smile. “You’ll be building a better world.”
*******
Exhaling, he turned you. “My angel.” He whispered. He strode over to where you stood.
“Come with me.”
You nodded. Your footfalls filled the small room as you followed him.
“We don’t have much time.” Looking at your beauty, he swallowed. “I need you to take leave.”
“Enjolras ask me anything, but not that.”
He could heard the crack in your voice. “You will listen to me.”
Tears twinkled then slid down your cheeks. In a short steps, he was directly before you. “Mon amour, je crains enfin pour ma mort et je ne souhaite pas que tu en sois témoin.”
“I will not allow you to die alone. You pledged your heart, I pledged mine. I am not leaving.”
“Stay here, stay hidden they are almost upon us. I will come back for you.”
You nodded. Stepping forward, he reached his fingers caressed your cheek. He pressed his lips together, nodded and ran back.
Once in He immediately two others as they brought over a mattress. Inhaling he glanced back at the alley that led to you, turning he climbed up to his place beside Marius on the barricade. He slapped him on the shoulder.
His heart stilled as he watched as the finished rolling cannons into place.
“Prepare yourself! Cannon fire!”
He braced himself. Around him what had once been chairs, tables splintered and exploded as bullets wizzed by.
“Get down!” He managed to scream.
A cannon ball slammed into the barricade it blew someone backwards. They didn’t even have tome to scream. The barricade stood and so shall he.
In the billowing smoke, he looked for the navy blue fabric of their uniforms and took aim.
There was a blur of limbs and people in the midst of screaming. Guns, rfles were being fired. Swords clanged loudly as they were being wielded.
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“They are falling back!” Enjolras, screamed.
All at once the soldiers turned and fled. His heart lifted.
Cheers rang out but in the pit of his stomach. He knew this wasn’t good. If the general had taught him anything, he knew they were most likely regrouping.
“Comrades! This is a grim moment in our history. But a glorious one! Our sacrifice will help build a better world!” He swallowed the growing lump in his throat.
“This barricade is made of more than just cobblestones and bedsteads; it is made of hopes, ideals and of love of our fellow men. We are fighting for the wretched and if we go to our deaths, we go to our deaths with joy! Love live the republic!”
The last part made his heart hurt, despite all the cheers that rang out.
He climbed down. “Marius,” He leaned in close, to whisper to him. “We are running low on bullets. We desperately need more.”
He reached out, feeling the ribbon looped to his vest filled his lung with breath despite the pain growing in his heart.
Marius nodded.
“We won’t last long.” His mouth formed a thin line.
“We could try to fall back.” Marius suggested.
He shook his head. “Too late for that.”
“Leave it to me.” Gavroche gave them both a huge smile. Enjolras watched as he quickly climbed and then hopped down from where he had usually perched on the barricade.
“Gavroche, get back here!” He yelled.
He watched as the boy moved with his usual flair as he would stop and collect bullets, tucking them away here and there.
“Gaveoche!” Marius hollered after him. “You’ll get yourself killed.”
That’s when the first bullet whistled by.
The boy only paused to looked. “Hey lay off the corpses!”
A few more bullets whizzed by. Marius ducked behind a table.
Gavroche, chuckled and spun about. “Bad luck! Try again.”
Enjolras, barely glanced around a bed post as a bullet impacted on the edge of the warehouse stone rained down onto the cobblestones. He could hear as the kid began to softly sing a lullaby. He glanced around a bed post.
“Get back here you are gonna get yourself killed!”
Gavroche kept singing and dancing along grabbing bullets where he saw them. Bullets just missed him. They would hit cobblestones or random debris.
Some of the men began to peak out from where they hit in the recesses of the barricade. A few smiles appeared.
He continued to hop about. Though he was getting terribly closer to where the bullets came from.
Finally a gunshot rang out but this time it impacted something solid and Gavroche’s song wavered on his lips. He collapsed to his knees like a sack of flour.
“Good shot.” His voice was weak.
His finger trips grazed the back of Marius’s vest as he jumped off the barricade and began running to the boy.
“Don’t be a fool.” Enjolras screamed out.
He couldn’t afford to lose anyone else. Grantaire was still out cold, maybe permanently he couldn’t tell and Courfeyrac had a wound that needed to be looked at.
Watched as Marius scooped him up and put him over his shoulder and then ran as fast as he could back to them. His heart was beating fast in his chest, he helped bring Gavroche back over.
Marius was back over the barricade in no time. to help climb up. He watched as Marius soon cradled Gavroche in his lap. It didn’t look good.
He trembled at the sight.
His voice was fading. “It was good sport wasn’t it?” Then he stilled forever.
Shortly after his he watched as Marius fainted back against the barricade. “Get him inside quickly, we need to dress his wounds.”
Courfeyrac came over and together the two of them carried Marius into the warehouse. Soon they were making quick work of his wounds. Relief filled him as it wasn’t long before Marius came around again.
“Marius, give me your eyes.” The man looked woozy. “When they take the barricade, those left alive will have to fight on in here.” He swallowed. “This will be our last refuge.”
“Oh Marius, Enjolras are you ok?”
He turned to your anguish filled voice; it tore at him harder then the bullets that drove into the cobblestones outside.
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Fear slid down your back when you came out of the small room. You immediately saw a bloodied Marius, Enjolras had smudges of blood and soot. You shook uncontrollably.
He closed the distance, you could smell the gunpowder and whatever else that chose to clung to him. Your stomach churned.
“You, you have to get out of here they are coming down the alley.”
“Not without you.”
*******
An unnatural smile curled his lips at your love and determination. He nodded. “Yes ange.”
Your presence lifted his spirits despite death surely knocking just behind him. Easily he grabbed you, thankfully you didn’t yield and he managed to bring you to the small alley on the other side. “Stay here, I will come for you.” He barely saw you nod as he turned to run back.
Eyeing a sword, he grabbed it and made to the alley where the sounds of bullets, groans and puffs of smoke filled it. He glanced towards what had left of the barricade the army had breached it. Movements of attack and defense came naturally within moments. His sword clanging, he bared his teeth managing to fend off a few that came right at him.
******
You could barely make out that it was Enjolras. One side of his face was terribly smudged from fighting. It was the clean side that reminded you of siting with him in the park or under your willow. That was the man you loved, regardless. He was becoming your warrior today. The two of you would have stories to tell.
*******
“Get back!” He hollered.
Soon him and some of the others fled into the warehouse. The closed the large doors behind them. They pulled down the large wooden plank and slid the locks into place. They would hold for only so long.
Turning, he found Courfeyrac slumped against the wall. “Get up, they are right outside those doors.”
Courfeyrac swallowed and nodded. But didn’t stand any straighter.
“This is history.”
The wooden doors creaked and cracked and creak as the army kept on pushing against it.
A sound of frustration poured from his lips. As he turned and ran off. Just as he did the door burst open, soldiers poured in.
His sword clanged as it met with other swords. Somehow, he struck a few and pushed off others. Enough logic still ran in his veins, he closed the door ran over to you. He could see your shock wash over you, he must be quite a mess.
“Ange.” As he ran to you, he could hear as the burst open. A scream came from you before he could even look behind him.
Turning, it was a lone solider with his sword he cutting the short distance to the two of you.
He stood in front of you, stepping towards the solider. Enjolras would protect you to the death. There was no grace in the solider’s movements. All he was did was try to cut him down.
Eyes met and the swords followed. The sound of the metal hitting echoed and bounced off the walls. Seeing the man’s eyes shift, he glanced that way and you were not budging. Gathering some strength, he managed to push you out of the way. Your scream and the clashing of the swords was awful. It made him pause.
It was all the solider needed in a smooth blow he knocked the sword from him and rushed him. A shot filled the air, the man stumbled and fell into him.
Blinking, Enjolras looked up and saw Courfeyrac, gun still drawn.
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Real ones know Joseph Quinn as that bitter scheming twink, who was left sobbing on a roof top not long after Christmas and we got absolutely no resolution to that cause the bbc just didn't make anymore of the show
#joseph quinn#I wish Dickensian got another series#Arthur Havisham my beloved pain in the arse#I'm glad he is getting some love honestly cause he's very talented#we don't talk about bbc les mis enjolras and the tash#rip to anyone who had to read my Meriwether Compeyson / Arthur Havisham fanfiction
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hi to the new people in the les mis fandom joining bc of joseph quinn, it is lovely to have u all with us and u are more than welcome, however u should know that bbc enjolras (and the whole bbc adaptation) is nowhere close to the original character and everything he represent.
while joseph quinn did a really good job at acting enjolras, the way the writers wrote his character was bad and out of character. obviously, and it's normal, an adaptation will always have its own interpretation of a character, and that's what's make fiction so great. but i think u need to be aware of the fact that it's not a good representation of what enjolras' character is and what his character has been representing for over 150 years (i could go into details and maybe will but it's late and i'm working early tomorrow).
i also wanted to say, as a reminder that, while it's completely fine to simp for enjolras (no one is immune to him, whether he's played by aaron tveit, joseph quinn or anyone else) and find him hot (because he IS hot or because he's played by joseph quinn, again, i get it; i don't find moustachjolras hot but damn that man is find irl), u need to be aware that enjolras is a queer character. it's stated multiple times that he has no interest in women, never has and never will. his character has been an important representation for the queer community, him being compared to a lot of gay historical figures (and i'm not going to start with the enjoltaire); but also for the aromantic and asexual community and trans community. his character is very likely to be aroace; and victor hugo describe him as being very androgynous looking, looking like a young woman. and while i don't want to talk on behalf of the trans community, i've seen a lot of post and fanfictions headcanoning him as trans, and i think it's very important to have that kind of representation in such an important piece of classical literature.
so please, be aware that the y/n fanfic and nswf y/n fanfic with female character x enjolras can be really disturbing, especially for people who have been in the fandom for a long time and are really looking up to his character and kinning him. don't just reduce him to hot-man-u-wanna-do-the-dirty-with when his character carries so much importance and has for decades. and i promise, caring about a character's whole essence and personality doesn't make them any less interesting or hot (quite the contrary actually).
also, let's not forget how we collectively hated on the casting choice when it first came out and i find it a bit odd to suddenly change our mind just bc it's the same actor who plays eddie munson. i personally think we were right to complain, bc it WAS a bad casting choice considering all the physical description of enjolras we had (and yes, in les mis, his physical appearance matters of lot).
we are not trying to gatekeep our fandom. on the contrary, i think it's really pretty fucking cool to have new people finding an interest in a 160yo book ! and for me, u guys are more than welcome to join our sad silly little fandom. but we just want u to be aware of all of this (and maybe some other issues that do not cross my mind rn) and be educated so we can all be drama free.
ok i'm done now, sorry for the long post, welcome again to the fandom, and if u decide to stay be ready for the tears and the pain caused by mr victor hugo ! bye bye, with love, a little french fan
#les mis#les miserables#enjolras#bbc les mis#bbc!enjolras#the brick#joseph quinn#stranger things#sorry if there are weird phrasing english isnt my native language#(yes im french)#(im standing up for my culture or smtg like that)
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remember when joseph quinn was everywhere because of stranger things and people found out he was enjolras in bbc les mis and started writing x reader fanfiction with him and other people got mad because the reader was always female and so writing these fics was "erasing enjolras's queerness"
#that was SO FUNNY#this was only like a year and a half ago but oh my god do i think of it every time i see joe quinn#les mis
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me talking about my favourite topic
i consider myself tagged by @longstoryshortikilledhim (thank you!!) because, you guessed it, my favourite topic is me. oversharing is actually good both for coping and as a diversion tactic and i’m sure it has a bunch of other uses 💖
top 3 ships: ahhh. kirk/spock from star trek, enjolras/grantaire from les misérables, and james/thomas/silver and variations thereof from black sails.
last movie: jumanji: the next level, i think? in the cinema. i love dwayne johnson and i did not give a fuck about the characters or the plot or the movie in general, but it was much better & funnier than expected.
lipstick or chapstick: neither. be glad i put on clothes. (lmao i have some of both but i only use the chapstick sometimes)
last song: iggy pop - the passenger, thank you patrick melrose for introducing us. it's just such a mood when you can’t even feel your own body or soul
reading: something something that i might or might not finish for history and theory of international society (gross), call me by your name by andré aciman, a book series from hungarian crime/detection fiction (???the fuck you call it???) author vavyan fable (it's vis major for those who know wtf i'm talking about :"D), and of course a bunch of fanfiction
watching: queer eye, bbc les misérables, stranger things, lucifer, nana
totally spies or the powerpuff girls: totally spies. (but if i can have a few more options? i’m a w.i.t.c.h. person, and the comics at that.)
you’re tagged! spread the love!
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I think the coolest thing about being a long-term Les Miserables fan is the sheer amount of layers there are to this fandom.
Like, you have your ur-text, the Brick, which is most people’s starting point. The origination of this whole thing that contains in it all these characters and their minutae.
But some people’s starting reference is the musical, which has its own set of characterizations. PLUS those little minutae and things change depending on which cast a person sees, and if they see multiple casts, which actors/portrayals they pick and choose as favorites from each viewing.
You also have the 2012 movie which is the musical but much more static; the cast doesn’t change, you only have one to pick from and therefore only one portrayal but add that as another layer with the stage show casts and the Brick itself and that’s an even further layer.
Then you have the BBC Miniseries which not everyone watched but it adds yet another layer of characterization and interpretation.
You also have all the other less-popular movie adaptations spanning from the fifties to present, which again not everyone has seen but some people have, and that adds another layer.
Then you have fanfiction, both canon-era and modern, which allows people to come up with their own dynamics between each character and their own personalities for characters based off of that ur-text or the musical.
Then finally you have the other little headcanon posts that float around here on tumblr. Those posts that are like “yeah but what if Grantaire and Enjolras doing [insert thing here]” “what about Grantaire reacting in [witty way]” “what about this type of friendship between Bahorel and Feuilly or Bossuet and Joly and Grantaire or Eponine and Musichetta” or whatever.
It’s just so damn cool because most fandoms only have one or two references points - a book and a movie, or a musical and a movie, or a book and a tv show, or whatever. But this fandom gets, like, all of it. Which means that pretty much everyone’s interpretation of a character is going to be slightly different, but it also means that pretty much everyone’s interpretation probably isn’t drastically incorrect or off the mark or whatever.
#les miserables#les miserables meta#les mis#les mis meta#this comes about because i'm reading old fanfic favorites and also planning on watching the dallas theatre center boot tonight
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I’m writing this one one in English as there are way more Anglos on my blog than francophones.
Fair warning, I haven’t finished watching the BBC series, but so far, I think I like this adaptation. Since literature and interpretations of it are so highly subjective, it’s impossible for any adaptation to meet every little nuanced idea that every reader has—since we all read through our own biased lens crafted over an individual lifetime. So maybe Enjolras wasn’t the perfect twink of your dreams (but in my opinion Aaron Tveit was far worse). In all, I feel like Davies really tried to capture the spirit of the book and I felt like he’s given these characters more motive than the musical has ever allowed for, and has succeeded in bringing out their humanity.
Obviously it’s impossible, even in a mini series, to cover all of the content in such a massive and iconic book, but it certainly covers more of the original than the musical. The musical is very much its own thing, in my mind, even if it’s inspired by the book. I think lots of people have a tendency to bandwagon hate on something because it doesn’t fulfil these very niche fandom-born ideals that actually, in some cases, are quite far removed from the source material themselves—having been filtered down through layers of head canons and fanfiction. I’m sad I avoided jumping into this series for so long based on the hate I was reading online, because now that I’m watching it, it really feels like it comes from a place of love (even if everyone’s favourite fetishisable twink has a moustache)...
It seems like it’s inescapable that someone, somewhere, will have a problem with something. I really don’t understand how one can stand so vehemently behind the musical and then discard this series as an inaccurate representation—especially when it comes to Enjolras, considering the likes of Ramin Karimloo have played him (a talented actor but so far from the book description).
Just like the musical in its many iterations, this is just the interpretation of one person. It stands to reason that you may well disagree with parts of someone else’s interpretation, but I hardly think that makes it wholly invalid just because it doesn’t align with your own reading. That’s the beauty of literature, afterall. The literary canon grows and changes with us, as new generations re-interpret texts through new cultural lenses, and therefore lend these texts new meaning and life.
Alright, that’s about all I have to say for now. I’ll write some more if my opinions change as I continue watching.
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Tag Game
I was quite surprised to find that I had been tagged for one of these. Thanks, @special-agent-fiction, I feel honored.
Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better and answer the questions.
Relationship Status: Single. Then again, @a-goddessofmischief would assure you that we could just as well be married to Karl Urban considering how much we talk about the guy.
Favorite Color: As my best friend used to lecture me, black isn’t a colour. Let’s just pretend it is, for this questions’s sake.
Top 3 ships: How dare you make me choose from all my OTPs? It’s like naming a favourite child (then again, most every parent has one...). I’ll just say Eames and Arthur, Enjolras and Grantaire, and myself and every character played by Karl Urban ever. Fuck this. (Obviously I also ship all the popular ones like Destiel, Spirk, Johnlock, Hannigram, etc., but that would have just been too boring an answer.)
Lipstick or Chapstick: Lipstick. I probably wear chapstick more frequently but I own two chapsticks and about 20 lipsticks.
Last Song: The First Class’ Dreams Are Ten A Penny. Horribly old, love of my life. I live for old songs, they have so much style.
Last Movie: Damned if I know. I think it might have been Doctor Strange. (I am in love with his cape. It reminded me so fucking much of Sherlock turning up his coat collar I couldn’t function anymore.)
Top 3 Shows: Hannibal is the shit. If you haven’t watched it yet, consider yourself lucky: you get to see it for the very first time! BBC’s Sherlock is art. Third series... There are honestly too many. Ah, fuck this. BBC’s Merlin. It ended ages ago, but I will love it forever and the fandom is still very much alive.
Currently Reading: The latest edition of the ZEIT (translated, it means The TIMES, but it’s not. It is, in fact ‘ a review of the week in politics and public affairs ’). As the question is most likely referring to literature, I’d have to say Rhythm by @bookmawkish. It is one of the best fics out there (fyi I consider fanfiction a valid section of literature) and the author is a fucking genius. And if you would like to know what I last read that was actually published commercially, I would tell you ‘An (auto)biography of Casanova’.
I don’t know whether I’ll be able to come up with nine people to tag, but I’ll give it a shot: @a-goddessofmischief (I’d really love to see your answers, dude!), @stardatewriting, @bkwrm523, @yourtropegirl, @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse, @mcbonescoy, @hemmosauce, and @annathewitch
Of course none of you guys are obligated to participate, I just tagged all of you because you’re awesome and I appreciate your existence! You make my dash a beautiful place.
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🔥 characterisation?
I’m not sure which of my opinions are popular or unpopular in this topic, so I’ll just go ahead and share them…
So, while I do support people writing whatever they like, because fanfiction is just for fun, there comes a point where OCC tropes start to bother me.
Like, I get that not everyone has read the Brick, I do. I’m not going to leave hateful comments on fic or yell at people on their own blogs. But hey, this is my own blog and if I want to complain that there are basically no Enjolras/Grantaire fics out there I can.
Oh, there are a LOT of fics tagged that, but 90% of them are BBC Sherlock/Feuilly, But Disillusioned And Depressed.
So uh… people have the right to write characters as wildly OOC as they please, but beyond a certain point I just don’t see the point. It’s not the character I was looking for anymore.
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Chapter Nineteen
Summary: Changes swirl around Enjolras and his girl
Notes/Warnings: 18 & Older, please! PV Sex, lots angst, un-aliving /shooting someone mention, I re-wrote this 3 times! (If you want to know the other versions, just ask) I chose to veer a bit from the original story since this storyline/fanfic already has. I felt I still did right by what the character Enjolras would do. (No hate, please!) There are two collages, in the 1st one there is a fan-art version of Lachesis drawn by Amber Southerly. In the second, I used a couple in bed to stand in for that scene…that is a face claim! The dialogue between Enjolras & Govroche is taken from the mini-series!
Thank you, for reading! (It’s a long chapter) Be nice! Feedback is welcome! Want to be tagged, please let me know! ❤️ and of course…Enjoy!
Lachesis - The Greek fate who controlled the thread of life. She has become important to Enjolras & Y/N.
“Mon coeur, mon amour... mon ange.” - My heart, my love, my angel.
“Mon ange peut goûter le bonheur qu'est un baiser de toi?” - “My angel can taste the happiness that is a kiss from you?”
There are at 9 more chapters!
Your eyes were fierce as you turned, strode right over to him. “You shot a man.” The tone of your voice pierced him.
Taking a step back, he pushed the door closed behind him. He did not wish the others to grow curious. He had already faced enough questions, the night you showed up. He knew there would be more.
Rocking forward on his heals he walked up to you. You didn’t move.
“That man took a shot at Marius.”
When you didn’t say a word. He grabbed you chin. A wince washed over your face. He swallowed at the sight of it. He never wanted to cause you harm. With more of a gentle touch, and with no thought of his hand that was wrapped up, he brought your face up as he spoke.
“It was men like that, who dragged you into an alley.” He spat out.
Your lip trembled.
“I’ve seen men like that abuse and kill innocent men and women. He missed Marius the first time he aimed. I wasn’t about to give him a second chance.”
“You’re right, you’re right….” Your words were entangled in your breath. He could see your destress.
He could feel as you inhaled.
“I was just so scared.” It was then he felt as you wrapped your arms around him.
He would never tire of the feel of you. Wrapping his own arms around you, he sighed, holding you very close.
******
He was grateful. You had not run in terror at his brutal act. He was grateful that none of his comrades had not come to disturbed the two of you.
In that small room, against a bureau he leaned. You were cradled between his legs, your head resting on his chest. With his good hand, he gently ran a hand soothingly up and down your back. His wounded hand laid on his thigh.
Neither of you spoke. The silence laid like a blanket over the two of you.
“Mon ange, you give a moment?” He did not want to part from you. Right now all felt right. But he had made his mind up, he had to act on his decision.
“Only if you finally tell me what happened?” Your lovely hands were gentle as they lightly grazed the scarf that was wound tightly around his hand.
He pressed his lips together and nodded. “There was a scuffle during the funeral. At one point a solider tried to cut me down with his sword.”
“Oh, Enjolras my love.” You gently cupped his hand.
He nodded. “He caught the back of it. I am grateful, that I still have it. And I am certain, that only a scar will remain. My hand though in pain still moves like a hand should.”
His heart squeezed at the tenderness you then bestowed upon him. You pressed some gentle kisses here and there.
Quietly as he felt your soft kisses, he thanked Lachesis, for the gift that was you.
“Now, my ange I really must have my moment. Will you give it to me?”
A shadow of a smile fluttered on your face as you looked up at him. “Yes, of course.”
*****
Grabbing a small knife, he went to where he had seen the thread earlier. Relief filled him when he realized, he did not have to slice the pieces he found.
“As I twine this thread I wish for us to be together.” Enjolras wished silently in his heart. These feelings were new to him.
He had never been terribly sentimental. Half the time when he had heard or saw Marius being so lovesick, he had found it foolish. That all changed the rainy night you came stumbling into his life. After that mere walk in the rain something changed in him.
Walking back to you, he twined and tied and twisted the scarlet thread. He managed to make a delicate ring, easily he then made a small knot. The knot resembled a small blossom. He was pleased, his fingers remembered how to make such a small memento out of thread. He slipped the small ring into his pocket.
Opening the door, a smile played on this lips as he watched you fidget with your gloves. There were a few things he had come to observe in you, this one he found to be very endearing.
In a few strides, he was by your side. As you turned, smiling he knew what he was doing was right. Sinking down on his left knee, gently he cupped your hand with both of his.
“Enjolras?”
He smiled softly up at you. “Mon age, before you came stumbling into my life the matters of the heart I left for others.”
He swallowed, his heart once again thudded hard in his chest.
“I had always believed love was a foolish folly. I was and am no fool.”
Your smile was as strong as the sun on a summer’s day. Gently, he squeezed your hand.
“As we grew familiar, intimate I realized that you were the one my heart had been waiting for.”
“Enjolras, what ?”
He could feel as you trembled, your eyes twinkled. He caress the back of your hand with his thumb.
“Mon amour, years ago I pledged my body, my intellect for the betterment of France. As I am here before you, I wish to give you my love, my heart.”
“Oh Enjolras, I accept. Yes! Yes!”
He leapt up and pulling you close, he held you to him. Nothing felt so right as it did just then. With a sigh, he inhaled deeply of the sweet scent, that was uniquely yours. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“I have a small token to seal this gift, love.”
You blinked. “You do?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
Easily, he took your left hand. First, he pressed a kiss just above where the end of the glove sat. “Let us remove this. Yes?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
He took a step so that he could place the ring he had twined more easily upon your finger. Once he had pulled the glove from you, he pressed another kiss this time to your knuckles. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he grabbed the ring.
“It is terribly humble.”
He whispered, then with the outmost care he slipped the scarlet ring onto your finger. Easily, placing it so the small flower sat on top.
“Though just as Lachesis drew our threads together, her thread allowed me to give you this symbol of my love.”
“Oh Enjolras, I love it.” And once again you were in his arms.
******
“Today we will remember those among that we lost. They were will always be remembered. In our hearts there will be men like Father Mabeuf, or ladies like Mademoiselle Eponine.” He cleared his throat. “But we will almost celebrate life and new beginnings.”
You smiled from where you stood. You were head to toe in a dark cloak.
“And we must remember, that last night we were able to push back the Royal army. We can and will do this again.”
Cheers rung through the warehouse.
*****
Quietly, he eyed his hands. They always trembled before a fencing match. Those days felt like they barely existed. They were like out of a dream. Now, they trembled.
Grantaire and Courfeyrac stood on either side of him while he waited for you. Hearing the muffled sounds from the warehouse, glancing in that direction a smile blossomed on his lips.
You were as lovely as a summer’s day. The dress you chose was lovely and delicate. Very much like you. Though, he was learning with how you handled the guards and then last night you were far stronger then he would have ever guessed. You were certainly the person, he was relieved that he would get to live the rest of his days with.
As you drew closer, for a moment he shut his eyes and inhaled. In his heart, he gave a moment to Lachesis. He gave her his sincere gratitude to experience this type of love. Exhaling, he opened his eyes and his heart leapt. You were beside him.
“Hello angel.” He whispered.
He offered you his hand. You took it and together you both faced, the gentlemen who would be marrying two of you.
********
Inwardly, you trembled and tried desperately to not cry as your mana slipped the buttons on the back of your dress. With great excitement, you spoke of peace that you could only wish would fall over the city. Your passionate words had been enough you convince your mama and Greta to allow you to enjoy a day at the park.
Once she slipped the final hook through the eyelet, impulsively you turned and hugged your mama.
“Oh mama.” You cried. Her frame was fragile. It had always been warm and soft while your father was alive. She was a wisp of the woman she had once been.
She gave you a squeeze. “My dear daughter, I am better. You no longer have to fret over me.” You nodded.
If life, if times were different Enjolras would have courted you. She would have found him dashing and intelligent like father. Father and him would have shared glasses of wine while debating life and the books that filled his library.
Instead, you were getting married in a warehouse Enjolras and his comrades had taken over. There would be no grand ceremony or celebration. You would have loved for your mama to know you were now a woman.
You pulled back and nodded, “I know mama. That fills me with immense joy.” You hoped she did not see the tears the filled your eyes. The lump that formed in your throat made it hard to breath. “It is just, I missed these simple acts of you helping me to choose a dress.” You smiled.
Enjolras and the men had already pushed off the army, they could do it again. Next time, you would bring him home. Mama, had a right to meet the man who made you realize all those books father had read to you and you had read; truly existed.
You reached behind her and grabbed your book. You held it up.” “I must not forget this.”
*******
Before leaving the house, you grabbed your cloak, its edges danced around your ankles. Simply walking in this dress would cause too much of a stir.
The walk to the warehouse today did not take as long as it had in the past. It gave your heart great comfort.
As you walked in, Enjolras stood apart from everyone. He was on one of the catwalks high above, it creaked under his weight.
Gavoche, came over to you. He smiled at you with a flair that uniquely was his, held out to you a small bouquet of little blue and white flowers.
“Gavoche!” You held a suprised hand to your mouth. It was lovely.
“Monsieur Enjolras gave me a mission this morning to find flowers that matched the blue scarf you wore the night we all met you.”
“You remembered?”
He nodded. “I may have wanted you tied up if you were a spy but you were the loveliest lady, I had the pleasure of escorting home.”
You smiled and took the bouquet. “You escort a lot of ladies home?”
He chuckled. “No, you are the only one and you are the loviest, by far.”
“Well, thank you so much.”
“You are so welcome, Lady Y/N.” He gave a small bow.
You were about to say how you were not a real lady when a hush came over the room.
It was then Enjolras began to speak. Giving him his your complete attention you smiled up at him. His words stirred a warmth in you, they dried your tears and melted the lump in your throat.
Yes, now they would marry but with their assured victory, you knew you’d be able bring him home to mama. As your eyes met, your heart filled even more with happiness over what the future would hold for the two of you. Lachesis, had been truly kind as she twined the threads of yours and Enjolras’s lives. Bringing a gloved hand over your heart, you thanked her.
*******
You were one of the angels he had seen in works of fine art. Only you were his angel in life. Relief filled him, that with the allowance his mother still sent along to him and with what he out aside, while still managing to hold onto alot for when it would be needed, he had found a small simple silver ring.
He smiled as Courfeyrac opened the small pouch and handed him that silver ring.
Your eyes grew as they met his.
He nodded. “I pledge my heart and love to you, till my last breath.” Then gently as if it had been made for you it slipped into its rightful place on your finger.
“Oh Enjolras,” His heart trembled with his love for you as he heard you speak. “My love. I pledge my heart and love for all of time.”
With hands joined, he turned with you once more to the man performing the ceremony.
“I offer this final blessing. May the air that gives them life and the love that has blossomed in their hearts now beat as one; till old age comes and envelops them in one final embrace.”
Cheers bounced off the walls of the small room. Turning, Enjolras gave his dearest comrades, his dearest friends Courfeyrac, Grantaire and Gavoche; a small smile and a nod. To know they were there at his side, he appreciated. Not a moment too late, Despiat popped his head into add to the sentimental wishes for the two of them.
“Mon coeur, mon amour... mon ange.” He whispered, cupping your cheek he closed the last of the space between the two of you. And inhaling deeply, his lips met yours in the first kiss as man and wife.
*******
Holding the skirt of your dress and your other arm around Enjolras. Together you both twirled, smiled and chuckled to the instruments and uproariously singing that filled the room. Spirits were high. Everyone was happy. Toasts were made, tankards clanked and candlelight flickered and twinkled.
*******
Earlier, while everyone feasted on what Despiat had made for the two of you and the others that evening from the kitchen of his pub. Laying on some crates, boards that had been carried and food and drink laid on them. Seeing a scout, slipped in from the shadows that lingered in alleys or corners between buildings he parted from you only this once to speak with him. You had tried to rise from one of the few chairs that had not been used to reinforce the barricade but had assured to remain and continue to enjoy the food and drink.
“Are you absolutely sure of this?”
The man dabbed his face with his handkerchief. He nodded swallowing. “They are hoping that by striking late tomorrow night, you will have grown complacent with your minor victory. Hopefully drunk on or even they dare hope in a deep slumber.”
Enjolras, paced. “They were will be certainly be surprised.” He smirked. He went over to the man, tell Despiat you may have whatever you wish. Please eat well. We will all need our strength.”
Now, he knew they would surely win once again. He could taste their victory. He strode out and on he again joined in the festivities of the evening. Sitting beside you, he smiled. All was as it should be in his life.
You reached out and touched his arm. He laid a hand over yours. “Alright is right with the moon and stars, my love.” He assured you.
******
Whispering to Courfeyrac and Grantaire, he had them make sure the windows and doors were fastened for he did not wish anything to escape. Once they were done, he stood and touch wobbly with his elation over the victory that was within his grasp, he stood on a chair.
He glanced down at you. He took a breath.
“Gentlemen, ladies word has come. By this time tomorrow, perhaps even later the army has planned their attack.”
Gasps filled the air.
“Do not let worry plague you. We know their plans. We can prepare and be ready. So drink, be merry but rest and we shall get ready to finish them!”
Cheers and clanking of tankards filled the room.
******
You placed your flowers on the table. Your fingers trembled so much that it took longer then usual to unfasten your cloak but you did and hung it on one of the hooks on the wall. Nervousness, coursed through you. “Is it wrong that I’m nervous?”
Enjolras paused before lighting one of the candles. He shook his head. “No, angel it’s not.” He lit the candle and lit the remaining few before he came over to you.
He came over to you and easily he pulled you close. “Forgive me, for in all the revelry I did not take a moment to tell you how beautiful you were today.”
You flushed, you glanced between the two of you before meeting his warm eyes. “Your eyes told me.”
A soft pleased sound came from him. “I am glad.”
You sighed closing your eyes as be cupped your cheek. “Mon ange peut goûter le bonheur qu'est un baiser de toi?”
Your eyes fluttered opened. “Yes, my love. My sweet husband.” You flushed.
“Oh I had never wanted to hear those words and yet, from you they are more lovely then the song of a bird.”
Your eyes met then and just as you took a breath, you felt the softness of his lips. The scruff of his goatee was comforting. Your arms wrapped around him, his followed. He was so solid, warm and safe.
*******
Gently, he lowered himself half on half off of you. “My dear wife.” You flushed with the kisses and caresses. But he was always be the honorable man you loved. He gently traced the line of your cheek. “I am aware that it is know it is tradition, for us to become one tonight. It allows our hearts to beat together to fulfill our bond of marriage and love. But with the excitement of the day, if you wish to wait and become one another night I can stop now. I am will never become a brut.”
You turned and his kissed his open palm. “No my love, I long to feel you.”
*******
Easing himself up from the bed, he paused as he stood beside. “You are so lovely.” He whispered.
In the flickering candlelight he could see a flush dust your cheeks. “Angel, you will have to grow accustomed to my compliant or I fear you will always be blushing.” He smiled.
“Maybe one day, right now I like the idea of being your blushing bride always.”
“Shall I Enjolras? Shall I shed chemise?”
He nodded. “Please. And I shall shed these.” Then carefully, since his hand still ached terribly he removed his breeches.
“You steal my breath, Enjolras.” Your soft voice reached his ears and his heart sped up.
“It is only fair since looking at you do the same to me.”
Bracing himself on the bed, he settled between your legs. “You have enraptured my heart.” Something, he never thought would happen or allow to happen. But you were special.
A soft sound came from him as he wrapped his hand around himself. He was incredibly aroused. The sight of you as the candlelight poured over your curves was almost too much for him.
Gently, he slipped his among your silken folds. They reminded him of roses that grew at his university. On the early mornings the petals would be kissed with dew. A soft moan that came you made his stomach tighten.
“You moans will undo me, angel.”
Biting inside of his cheek, he gently slid into you. Then his own moan filled his room.
Moving just so, he held you close. With his heart thudding hard, his lips grazed yours. “Pardon me angel, but I must tell you. I will always be grateful you came stumbling in that rainy night.”
You reached up and cupped his cheek. “It is the day, I truly started to live.”
A twist of pleasurable pain filled him; for there was part of him that felt the same. He kissed your palm, before he was able to find his rhythm and began sliding in and out of your warmth.
You both moved. No words were needed, just the sounds of pleasure from the two of twirled and mingled between the two of you. Your hearts echoed each other. Everything was exquisite.
Both of you burned as the passion grew. His curls became unruly as sweat blossomed on his scalp. Your strands, clung to your face they were as wild as a stallion’s mane. He drew closer and your lips met and the kisses matched the passion already between the two of you.
******
You took his hand and placed it over your heart, it thudded hard in your chest. “I will never allow my love for you to wane.”
“It never will, for till my dying day I will love you.”
He moved his hand up in gentle caress before he was able to cup your cheek. It felt as if the two of you sealed your words with a kiss.
*******
Fright gripped you and you woke. You could not understand the fear, no night terror had struck you but it had taken a hold of your heart.
You sat there in the darkness. A tear escaped one of your eyes and slid down you cheek. You pressed against your heart hoping to snuff out the fear, the pain.
“Angel?” Enjolras’s voice was thick from slumber. “What plagues you?”
“I don’t know.” You wept.
“Come let me hold you till the dawn.”
His arms were warm and strong as he held you. It was only then did you feel your anguish, begin to diminish.
******
“As the sun rises, we prepare. Will dispatch each royal solider. They taste our bravery and feel fear. They will quake in their shiny boots.” One of the platforms on the barricade, Enjolras spoke. His voice was rich with dedication.
Cheers erupted from those that gathered.
“Now let us prepare for what will be coming at sundown. We will not stop till the last gaps are filled and the barricades are secure. All of our bullets will be so made and rationed between all of us. And arm yourself with a blade. We will fight to the last of them.”
Once again the cheers erupted. Encouraging slaps on the back were given and fists shot skyward.
“Now go and prepare!”
You felt at a loss of what to do. You helped where you could. You brought cloths where the guns and pistols were being cleaned. With the aid of one of the other ladies, you secured pieces of furniture and whatever else you could get your hands on. All of if made the barricades stronger. A quiet seriousness fell over everyone. There were only murmurs of greetings. Eyes met silently.
Gavroche’s footfalls and the shortness of this breath, sounded louder. Seeing him you realized it was the first you had seen him since waking; that was a few hours now. You noticed others looked over or even glanced in his direction, but not really spoke aloud.
You watched as him and Enjolras disappeared into one of the smaller rooms. A knot formed in your stomach.
You felt as if a shadow that you could not run away from fell over you.
*******
Enjolras, patted Gavoche reassuringly on the back as he walked along side him into the small room. The young man was pale. And out of breath. This worried him.
“Son, what did you see?” He turned and faced him.
He chewed his bottom lip before he spoke. “It’s all over, comrade.” He swallowed. “Hundreds of soldiers are getting ready to attack.” When his eyes finally met his, they were watery. “And most of the barricades have been destroyed.”
He knew this day would come. He had been preparing for it. He would fight to the death. But you, you he worried about.
“Are you alright?” He was warmed once again by his bravery. He was a good kid.
“Me?” An easy smiled played on his face, though his eyes spoken of readying himself, Enjolras assumed. “Never better.”
“Go grab a scrap of the bread and cheese. Don’t breath a word of this. Let me address everyone.”
He nodded. “Of course.” He ran out.
Enjolras felt as if the air was stolen from him. Your terror had been prophetic. He would not let you die here. He would not make you watch if he were to die either.
“Enjolras?” Your voice floated through the air like a bird’s song. It ripped at him.
He would not let his anguish consume him.
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Fancast for Riverdale Era at Hogwarts
I thought it would be a fun exercise to decide what characters from movies and whatnot I felt related to the various non-Riverdale characters in my fanfiction (because the Riverdale people are all casted). Here are my thoughts on the characters (in order of appearance):
Scott Mulciber- Aaron Tveit
Enjolras in Les Miserables. Dedicated to the cause of the Death Eaters, rallies friends and scorns enemies, opposite of Enjolras he does take an interest in women.
Evan Rosier- Allen Leech
Imitation Game portrayal of John Cairncross. Observant, friendly and kind on the surface, but will hold his ground and manipulate you if need arises.
Christopher Wilkes- Chiwetel Ejiofor
Doctor Strange portrayal of Mordo. Concerned with order and authority.
Tristan Avery-James Soulsby
Mischief Managed portrayal of Peter Pettigrew. Fun loving, but a little behind everyone else and too enthusiastic about things.
Severus Snape- Mick Ignis
Severus Snape and the Marauders portrayal of Severus Snape
Lily Evans- Chloe Delanney
Mischief Managed portrayal of Lily Evans.
Sirius Black- Robert Downey Jr
Iron Man. The first one. Everything is about him even if he isn’t trying to make it that way. He is smart, but not wise.
James Potter- Bradley James
BBC Merlin portrayal of King Arthur. Cocky jock who is the best at all things jock, not a bad mind either, a little bit of a bully, but has the best intentions that don’t always turn out right.
Remus Lupin- Robert Pattison
For portrayal of Edward Cullen. Isolated, thinks he is a curse, avoids romance, still caring, but distant to everyone.
Peter Pettigrew- Logan Leman
Charlie in Perks of Being a Wallflower.
Mary MacDonald- Judy Greer
Casey in 27 Dresses. Complainer, encourages risky behavior because she has been there done that, she is a partier, don’t ask her to settle down.
Marlene McKinnon-Reese Witherspoon
Annie in Penelope. Good friend, caring, likes to help you push your limits, fun loving.
Millie Moore- Emily Blunt
Emily in Devil Wears Prada. The best trend follower/setter, obsessed with being the best, not particularly loud, but dedicated where she thinks it counts.
Zoey Slater- Angel Coulby
BBC Merlin portrayal of Gwen.
Zara Greengrass- Zoe Saldana
Guardians of the Galaxy portrayal of Gamora. Very particular, headstrong with her opinions, doesn’t have time for silly things, will cover herself unless you have proven worthy of her friendship and trust.
Persephone Phillips-Brenda Song
London in Suite Life of Zack and Cody. She really isn’t that empty headed, but as a pureblood without a sacred 28 last name she uses it as a tactic to earn male attention.
Victoria Rhyes- Amy Adams
Brenda Strong in Catch Me If You Can.
Coco Bean
This beautiful cat I found on the internets.
Regulus Black-Jonathan Rhys Meyers
August Rush portrayal of Louis Connelly.
Barty Crouch Jr- Andrew Scott
BBC Sherlock portrayal of Jim Moriarty. [He’s really only a background character in Season 1, but I hope to use him more in future seasons....depending on where Riverdale goes in Season 2.]
I guess Zoey and Victoria are also just background characters, but I still care about them. Ask me about any of these characters.
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A Time to Fight and to Love
Part Twenty - Two
Summary: Closing of a chapter in life.
Warnings/Notes: Angst, Vision of possible death (makes reference to canon novel/movie end of Enjolras), Fluff, sadness of reader’s father’s passing, dated modes of thinking with marriage..woman’s role.
Long chapter. Two collages. There are a few more chapters lined up. 😥 I am having fun expanding on the character of Enjolras…hope you like it too! and after a bit there is some fluff. Oh! So yes…I veered more away from canon…and one of the pictures I used in my collage is not terribly accurate (might change) but it helps convey the setting.
Thank you for reading! ❤️s & reblogs are always welcome. Feedback is also very…very welcome!
Blinking, you stirred to the sun dancing on your closed eyes. Stretching and yawning, you finally opened your eyes.
Seeing Enjolras, you relaxed. He had fallen asleep, sitting at the end of the sofa. You allowed yourself to smile at the sight of him before you. Easily, you could tell by how his lashes rested on his cheeks and the softness of his face, he was deeply asleep.
Glancing around the room, it looked even more welcoming in the light of day. You could now see that it was a small library, sitting area. Shifting you were careful not to awake Enjolas. An eagerness came over you when you saw all of the books.
That’s when you spotted a plate of food. Your stomach churned in delight. There was food you had not laid your eyes on in months, if not longer. You glanced back at Enjolras and smiled. He had certainly raided his solicitor’s kitchen.
PausIng, resting your elbow on your thigh you sat there and looked him over. The warm light of the day that poured into the room, made his curls a richer looking brown. Seeing how they rested on his forehead made you smile. All of it made him even more impossibly handsome. It made your heart flutter. You resisted the urge to press a kiss to his cheek. He needed his rest.
There was much more you had learn about him but you were grateful that you were given the chance. Feeling cornered in that alleyway, watching him clang swords with that solider made you tremble. You could feel your throat tighten. At any moment, he could have been run through. Several more soldiers could have poured out of that doorway. You know they would have lined up the two of you….a cry of anguish came from the pit your stomach. You finally realized that you had biting your fist when a blossom of pain hit you.
“Angel, are you ok?” Enjolras’s gravely voice freed you from your visions.
Blinking, you opened your eyes and you found Enjolras was kneeling in front of you.
Your bottom lip trembled, shaking your head you let your sink to carpet. “No.” You managed weakly.
“Oh my ange, mon doux ange.” He whispered as you felt his arms wrapping his arms around.
You nestled close. “Enjolras, I had been so afraid. He could have run you through, they could have lined us up.” Your voice trailed off.
“But It didn’t happen Courfeyrac and I managed. We’re safe. I will always make sure you are safe.”
“Oh Enjolras.” You whimpered, as you nestled even closer; his arms around you tightened.
******
The trunk creaked when opened. Inwardly, your heart sank, none of your possessions were going with you. Enjolras knelt down beside it and carefully opened his pillowcase.
“In England, we will make new memories.”
You nodded. “We will start a new chapter in our lives.”
“Yes, yes we will.”
A ghost a smile touched his lips before he looked back into the pillowcase. He inhaled sharply.
“Is everything ok?” A pang of worry went through you. He gently took out your scarf.
“Oh, my scarf. With everything I forgot we tucked that in there.”
“Me too.”
******
You tucked your scarf into the trunk, which was now brimming with items. Enjolras looked everything over a final time before locking it. He slipped the key into one of inside pockets of his jacket.
You glanced at Olivier.
“I don’t even know what to say.”
Olivier smiled. “You made this young man happy. And that makes me happy.” He replied warmly.
Enjolras stood and dusted his hands off.
“Olivier, you out did yourself. That is more then I’ve allowed myself to have since living here on my own.”
“I know Julien. Someone did help me with that.”
“Oh?”
Olivier turned to you. “Let us go to my office.”
*****
His stomach churned, these last few months he had insisted she stay in the country. He had been terribly concerned for her safety. The months had passed quickly.
“Julien.”
He turned and watched as his mother began to close the distance, he met her halfway.
“Olivier, sent word.”
“I see.” He exhaled and shook his head. “It’s worse then ever.”
“He told me. But he didn’t want you to leave without me seeing you.”
“What if the carriage had been stopped? I don’t see or hear father. Who would have protected you.”
“There was no way, I was not going to say goodbye to my son.”
His mother’s eyes were piercing. It reminded him of the times he would try to hide from her the few times the foil or the saber landed.
He stepped closer. He relieved to see his mother but the thought of her risking her life to come here made his relief and annoyance mix. It made him ill.
He glanced away, he knew it was a mother thing, but she made him feel like a child.
“You risked alot.” He pressed his lips together, meeting her eyes.
She shrugged. “You are my only son.” She reached a gloved hand up to cup his cheek. “I couldn’t bear the thought of not saying goodbye, I love you.” She gave him a soft smile. “And I have to meet woman that made you change your vow.”
He placed his good hand over hers. “Thank you, mother. I love you too.”
That’s when she saw his wrapped hand. She opened and closed her mouth but didn’t say a word.
“So he told you that as well.”
She stepped back and met his eyes again.
“Yes.”
*******
“I want you to know, I swear I will do all in my power to reach out to your mama and Greta. If it continues to be safe enough, I will get them passage to you and Enjolras.”
“Juilien.”
The older man gave you a soft smile. “Yes, Juilien.”
There was a sharp knock on the door.
He smiled. “This is probably her. I assure you, she is a firm but kind woman. A lot of her is in Julien.”
“Ok.” You whisper and inhale. You were nervous.
“Ah dear woman,” You heard him greet her. “Yes, she is in here. I shall give the two of you some time.”
Glancing your way, he nodded.
At first you were going to have hold your hands in front but at the last moment you brought them behind you. The door closed with a whisper.
In your nervousness you kept looking at the wooden floor. You could practically feel the grains in the planks. The floor creaked as the woman came over.
“Oh my, do look up. I am not a tyrant.”
You did and there was no doubt where Enjolras got his charisma from. She was elegant, like your mama when father was still alive. So you could only imagine what his father was like. Though, hers made you nervous she had traveled through the night and still looked amazing.
Behind your back you wrung your hands. You would not fidget, even when you could practically feel as she looked you up and down. Never had you been more grateful you had worn your best dress for the wedding ceremony. It was elegant and beautiful, but was not too extravagant.
“So you are the lady that made my son break his vow?”
“Yes. I oh, I’m sorry.”
“No, speak my child.”
“He told me of a promise he made. I didn’t realize it had been a vow.”
“Ah, yes. He can be quiet at times when he should talk and then will talk lot when he doesn’t have to.” She smiled.
You nodded.
“Pardon my assumption but you don’t look like one fighting along side him. How did you two meet?”
“Your assumption was correct. We met by chance. I was out late one night getting medicine for my mama. Our paths crossed and he made sure to escort me the rest of the way to the physician and then back to my house.”
She smiled at that. “That pleases me to hear.” Her eyes were quite keen, Enjolras had her eyes, and they could be utterly unwavering. “But do you not have a brother or father that could have done that?”
You had to stop yourself from giggling, since he had said the same exact thing when you informed of your actions.
“I have no brother and my father died at sea.”
“Oh, I am sorry.”
*******
You watched as she removed a beautiful brooch that accented her dress. She pressed her lips together then looked at you.
“To be honest, I wish I could have grown to know you during a courtship between you and my son.” She sighed. “But these are difficult and hard times.”
You nodded.
“I fully expected when getting that telegram I was going to be bringing him home for his final rest.” Her eyes twinkled. “Instead here we are. You must be pretty special.”
You could see that her eyes had become shiny. A lump formed in your throat.
“But here he is, young and as handsome as ever, and with a lovely wife.”
She smiled.
You felt the warmth of a flush in your cheeks. “Thank you.”
“As I’m sure you are aware he is and can be incredibly charming,” She took a step closer to you. “it is how he kept from getting in trouble as a young boy. He did get into fair amount of scraps but he’d tell what happened and I wouldn’t have the heart to punish him.“
You nodded.
She sighed. “That is why in the end, I didn’t fight too hard when he told me of his vow for France.” She grimaced. “I also knew that in end he’d still leave. If I pushed too hard, I worried I’d never see or hear from him again.”
Her gloved thumb grazed the elegance of the broach. Glancing down, it reminded you of treasures your father would bring home from his trips.
“It is that stubborn side of his I wanted to avoid. Once his heart is set, he has rarely ever changed his mind.”
At least you couldn’t help but a small giggle. “I have seen that side of him too.”
“I am sure you have.” She joined you with a smile and nodded. Then all at once, the air felt heavy.
“Since, I trust my son I accept you as his wife.” Her eyes met yours. You could see the intensity they shared. “Promise, me if he blesses you with a daughter, you can give this to her or if you are blessed with a son; he can give it to woman he loves. Till then I give you this with my blessing.”
“I…I don’t know what to say.” Your voice faltered as she placed it your hands.
“You don’t need to breath a word. Just love him. And be a kind yet firm mother to the children that will surely bloom within you.”
“I promise.”
******
With a help of Olivier’s maid, she helped you dress. Now you were clad in your new day dress. Your wedding dress was safely stored away in the trunk along with your gift from Enjolras’s mother. It had been decided that something a little more functional would be best for the journey to England.
You tried to look at France as much as you could while the carriage bounced along the cobble stones. Beside you, Enjolras and Olivier were discussing some final arrangements.
You looked at the boat then back France. You were about to start a whole new life in England. Father, you thought to yourself, I’m on the cusp of an adventure. A new start. This was something you could have never ever imagined. But here you were.
Now on the way to ocean, you had become certain you’d never return. A part of it broke your heart. Anguish still sliced at you, that you’d never see mama and Greta again.
You were grateful that Olivier had given you some paper to write them both a letter explaining. They had to realize it was too dangerous to return.
You hoped that the doctor had not just been giving shallow boasts. He better scoop her up and usher her away to the country. Maybe after she would tell him, of you going to live in England would be enough for him to do that. And maybe that would give her a second chance at some happiness.
******
You smelled the ocean before it came into view. Simultaneously, you felt an uneasiness come over you and yet it also felt so familiar. It had been a scent growing up you had been used to. The scent clung to your father for weeks after he would return with his treasures. But it was also the ocean that led to him never coming home.
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part Twenty - One
Summary: New developments for Enjolras and his Angel.
Notes/Warnings: There is some angst & finally some fluff! With some reading & research, I discovered that in some circles that is Enjolras’s…first name. (Read & find out😏) I decided to fluff his character out some more.
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Ma poupée - my doll endearing term, saucisson - a dry sausage, solicitor - lawyer
You watched as he trembled as he brought the cloth to his face. Inside, you still could not put two thoughts together but this you knew you could do. You went over to him, your eyes met and you nodded.
Soon you were dipping and wringing and wiping off the soot, the streaks of blood from his face. You did notice a scratch near his hair line but luckily it no longer bled.
******
A silence still hung heavily in the room. Opening a chest, he grabbed the only other shirt and vest, he owned. He untied the ribbon you had affixed to his old vest and silently he held it up to you, and you easily tied it to his new one.
Taking a pillow case, he stuffed his book into it. Grabbing a handkerchief wrapped it around his blue bottle of aftershave. Your light blue scarf that for once had not slipped free of you now laid on the back of his only chair, he now grabbed and pit it into the pillowcase. Lastly, he found the gloves his mother had sent him when she was worried about the winter. He stuffed those in, and finally swung it all over one shoulder.
“I have to get out here. I will go to my solicitor, he will help me.”
He could feel your gently touch through the scarf that remained around it. “I didn’t leave earlier, I won’t now.”
“It might get uncomfortable. Together, we may end up dying.”
“Alright.” He believed you.
******
You stay close behind and in the shadows as you walked as quietly as you could leaving his apartment and the boarding house. Though, you gave his room a final look. It had held so many moments.
The alleyways concealed the two of you yet the cobblestones certainly made the sound Enjolras’s and your boots echo. Finally just as the moon began to rise in the sky, the two of you made it to his solicitor’s office.
******
He was deeply relieved that they had made it. Before leaving the alley he glanced around. The streets were quiet, lowering the sack at his feet, he knocked on the door.
He heard the locks, then the door creaked open. A pale face peered around the door.
“Enjolras, my dear boy.” He immediately covered his mouth, but motioned for him to come in.
Enjolras, reached for you and soon the two you were inside. He was never more pleased to see the man. Who behind them moved quickly to lock the door once more.
******
The fireplace crackled, it was warm and comforting.
“Dear boy the words being whispered,” The old man shook his head. “I was certain that you were dead.” He brought over a sniff of brandy for the two of you.
“Thank you.” He shook his head, “Not yet.” Seeing your eyes grow he gave you a comforting pat on the leg.
The man came around and sat down across from them. “Such a relief, I don’t know how I would have told your mother or father.” He added after a pause.
“It would have been hard to tell her but to be honest I am sure when father hears that I am still among the living, he is almost disappointed.” He took a sip, he swallowed down the gasp the strong brandy tried to pull from him. He had grown used to weaker drinks.
The man’s eyes twinkled. “No.” He shook his head. “He just, he just had other hopes for you.”
“Right.” He pressed his lips together. “Du Vair…”
“Julien, I’ve told you call me Olivier.”
Hearing you inhale, he glanced at you. “Ange, it was the name my father gave me.” He sighed.
“It is a good name.”
“But I am Enjolras.”
“You mother called you that because you were and apparently, still a bit of a terror.” The man smiled.
“Yes. That is why we have to find passage to London.”
The man grew serious again and nodded. “Yes. And I will call on some old favors.”
“Thank you, Olivier.” He stood. “I need to clear my head. I will take use of your water closet.”
The man nodded. “There are some cloths and a pitcher of water.”
“Mother, keeping after you?”
“Yes.”
******
Your head was swimming Julien, solicitor. Who was he really, you wondered.
“Ma poupée, you look upset.”
Now, it was time for you to nod.
You knew well enough to keep your manners but your stomach churned horribly. You did not know how much more you could handle. There was all these different things you were learning. Did you even really know him?
Gently, he took the glass from you and placed it by Enjolras’s if that was even his name, the thought popped into your head. It made your lips curl.
He placed a hand over yours. It was old, dry but it was very comforting. “Listen, he is a very good but strong willed young man.”
You looked and met the man’s eyes. “Yes. I noticed.”
“I met his parents shortly after they married. Both are good people. Enjolras got their best qualities.”
“Is that even his name?”
The man chuckled. “Yes. He’s been going by it well before he attended the university. He never much cared for Julien.”
He glanced over his shoulder.
“When he has his mind set, his mind is set.”
“Yes, indeed.”
“But like I said, he is a good man. I’m glad he met someone who makes him realize that his heart doesn’t just belong to this unforgiving country.”
“So you don’t think he just did it because he may have died today.” You swallowed saying it aloud made tears prickle your eyes.”
“God no. He swore off the foley of love closing on ten years ago. It broke his mother’s heart and since that meant the possibility of no true heirs in his father’s eyes, their connection was severed.”
“That gives me some comfort. Thank you.”
You whispered and dabbed your eyes with the handkerchief he handed you. Your heart once again warmed.
“His mother hearing this will be happy once again.”
“Would his mother care that I am the daughter of a merchant who captured the eye of a lord’s daughter?” You chewed your cheek. “Or his father?”
He made face. “She would love the romance of that and the two of you. And in all honesty, he should be just grateful that his son is here on earth to breathe another day.”
“Alright. I will accept that because I truly came to care, to love him.”
“I can tell. His feelings echo your own.” He smiled, as if looking back. “These last few months, I wondered why he was acting differently. When he came the other night asking for some extra notes, I knew something had caused the wind to shift in his life.”
You flushed at his words.
“Olivier, I do hope you are not boring mon amour with tales of me as a young boy.” Enjolras’s voice sliced through the brief moment of silence.
“Yes, of course I am.”
He gave your hands a reassuring pat before sitting back.
“Dear, he would climb trees and rocks much to the heart ache of his mother and sometimes he did fall.”
You giggled at the image. It had felt like a lifetime since you had laughed.
“You climbed trees too?”
Enjolras scratched the back of his neck. “Yes, lots of them.”
The man looked between the two of you.
“I used to climb my fair share.” You added softly.
“You have picked an interesting girl.”
Enjolras, chuckled. “I certainly have.” You reached over and squeezed his good hand.
“The night is carrying on and I need my sleep.”
The man stood; the two of you moved to join him.
He made a dismissive gesture. “Enjoy the fire, this will be your room for the time being. Take a rest. Enjoy the fire. I am sure you both need it.”
Enjolras, nodded.
“I will be waking early to begin calling on my favors.” He grimaced. “I will make sure, Chloe doesn’t disturb the two of you in here.”
“I might raid your kitchen.”
“I would expect no less.” He looked down at you. “Relax my dear. You are safe here.”
“Thank you.”
He gave the two of you a final look, a nod before turning and leaving the room. He closed the door.
*******
Despite all that had happened, he found himself more worried about you and what you had just found out about him. He hazarded a glance in your direction.
“Ange?”
“There is something I need to know ?”
“Yes.” He bit down on his cheek.
Your tongue felt heavy, pain began to fill your heart. You placed one hand over a another so you wouldn’t tremble. Swallowing for air, for having the ability to finally ask him. “Do you love me?”
“Oh by the gods I do.”
“Oh Enjolras….” Was all you could managed before his warmth, enveloped you. Any doubt, any pain began to melt away.
*******
You both had slipped from the sofa, and sat very much like you did when under the willow. No words were exchanged. You curled up to his solid warmth. His good arm was wrapped around you, holding you close. His fingers absently grazed your side.
The gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, feeling the beat of his heart brought you great comfort. The fire continued to flicker and crackle.
“I will also have him see to your mama, Greta.”
“Thank you.”
“Ange, your mama is mine now and I know how a person like Greta can become family. She certainly acts like it.”
You chuckled, you glanced up at him.
“She had given you quite the talking to that night.”
He rose his eyebrows. “You heard that?”
You pressed your lips together and nodded. “I had not intended to, but I was curious as to why she still spoke to you.” You grimaced. “I was sure I’d never see you again.”
He brought his bandaged hand up and gently caressed your cheek. “As I cut through the park that day, your loveliness drew me close, but you had ensnared my interest. It made me crave more time with you. I needed at least one more day or part of one with you.”
You felt your cheeks flush. “I am so glad.”
“I am as well.”
*******
Startling awake, he rubbed the back of his neck and stretched. The sky was still inky black. He had not slept too long, there were no dreams or night terrors for that matter.
A gentle gnawing, pulling filled him. He was grateful that tonight, he did not have to roll over and ignore that feeling. Getting up, he quietly stood, grabbing a candle he lit it, before he headed to the kitchen.
Once there the footfalls of his boots filled the kitchen. Placing the candle down, he found some saucisson and he smiled. It had been while since he had any. Finding a plate he placed some on it, then as he continued to look. Finding a loaf of bread, he tore some off. Sighing, he ate some. He placed more on the plate for you to wake up to.
*******
He settled back on the floor, near you. The fire suffered to give a proper warming, stoking it had helped. As he looked over your sleeping form, he realized how grateful he was to have not been parted from you.
He brushed some hair from your face as you slept. It had finally claimed you. Silently, he inwardly thanked the gods, Lachesis for being here. To allow for him to have more time with you. He knew he should follow you with sleep. Being alert these next few days were important.
*******
Blinking, you stirred to the sun dancing on your closed eyes.
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Mmm, Joseph looked amazing at Dior Fashion Week..great bit with him here👆🏻🥵👆🏻
Sheepish fan-fic writer..so sharing some sheepish 👇🏻Enjolras 👇🏻
Work left me exhausted! 😔😵💫🥴😴
I am so sorry….but…my new chapter of… A Time to Love and to Fight, will either late tonight or early tomorrow! But it will be worth it…edited..and added …this version of the new chapter is much better!
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A Time to Love and Fight
Part 6
Summary: One chapter comes to an end for Enjolras, while another begins. While reader is visited by her past.
Warnings/Notes: References to being gravely ill…possibly passing as a result. Angst over this and “one’s duty” some gifs of Joseph come from Dickensian and the bottom image is of Marius’s love interest..but its just to give an impression of the moment.
French to English translations…
ma douce fille - my sweet girl **** Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité! - liberty equality fraternity (was the main slogan of the French Revolution)
mon doux petit rêveur - my sweet little dreamer. **** Juste des rêves, maman - Just dreams, mama *** Ma fille forte s'évanouit enfin. - My strong girl finally swooned. **** mon trésor - my treasure *** mon ange - my angel *** C'est moi, ma petite fille. - I am here, my sweet girl
His carriage bounced and skipped along the road, his was consumed by you. He had to focus. He could not even imagine what the General wanted.
Yet, his mind wandered. The touch of your gloved hands were fresh. He could still recall, the sweet memory of laying his hand your lower back.
******
Gavroche, with a twist of his head smiled at you . “I wouldn’t have wanted to tie you up.”
You swallowed. “You recognize me?”
He nodded. “Only because you were standing beside Enjolras. You were also the only person, I’ve ever seen to make him pause.”
Confusion filled you. “Pause?”
“Enjolras and his friends are very methodical in making France better. We cannot afford to have anyone trying to stop us or obtain information.” He spoke fast.
“Understandable.” You nodded. “It’s smart.”
“He is.”
“Are you fond of him?” You asked.
The young man shrugged. “He is a kind man, yet has the ability to be incredibly ruthless.” Gavroche smiled. “And he wins at card a lot.” He beamed.
You could tell by that the young man saw Enjolras as a hero. It was endearing. “So he enjoys card games?” Imagining Enjolras in such a way, made you happy.
“Occasionally with his friends.” He chuckled.
“I enjoy a good card game.” You absently mused.
“Oh, I believe he has never played with a lady. And he only plays after four to five drinks.”
You nodded. “Was just musing.”
“Good. Don’t want to try his patience.”
His words made your stomach lurch. What could that possibly mean. You shrugged off the sentiment. “Here we are.”
Once you felt the weight of the satchel, you were grateful for Gavrouche. Reaching in. “Gavroche, thank you for your time.” You held out a few more coins.
“No, mademoiselle. Enjolras paid handsomely.” He handed you the two pheasants. “And you are such a sweet woman. I don’t want any more coin.”
You rose an eyebrow.
“Alright, Enjolras paid me far more then what my time was worth.”
“That is generous of him.”
“He has a generous streak.”
“Interesting.” You thanked him and bid him a good day.
********
Enjolras’s stomach lurched, as he saw the older man. His cheeks were flushed but was pale. His eyes were too shiny.
“My boy, I feel weak. Not terribly confident I can fight this one.”
Enjolras, sighed. “You’ve fought the English, the Russians. You will fight this too.”
“Such a good boy.” He rubbed at his stomach. “France needs more like you.” His hand shook as he drank from his cup.
“These letters contain the lists of people who are my connections, along with the locations of warehouses that house supplies. I wish I had more time.”
“General, please you are going to be alright.”
******
“Greta? Greta?” You called entering the kitchen. “I’m back.”
With a sigh and a heave you put the satchel onto the large wooden table that sat in the middle of the kitchen. Beside it you placed the pheasants.
“I’m here ma douce fille.” The woman wiped her hands on a rag, as she came up from the root cellar.
“Greta. What do you think?” You smiled, as you began taking things out of the satchel.
“Oh!” She rubbed her hands together. “You found a lot of things.” She smiled.
“It was a good day at the market.” A flutter went through you at the memory of Enjolras.
*******
Enjolras, took the envelops and slipped them into his coat.
The older man ran a hand over his stomach groaning. “You may not have fought along side of me,” The man winced. “but, but I consider you a brother in arms.”
He swallowed. “I don’t know what to say, sir.”
“No words are necessary.”
Seeing this man, his hero so sickly filled him with such anguish. He had done so much.
“Keep at it, son. Don’t give up.” He leaned forward and extended a hand. “Take my hand.”
Enjolras reached out, the older man took his hand with a fantastic amount of strength. “Enjolras, say it with me!”
“It would be an honor.”
He smiled. “Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité!”
His heart swelled with pride. It was a great honor to share this moment.
******
“There were apples at the market?” Your mama wheezed while she sat in the salon with you. She was still ill but getting better. There was a good flush of color in her cheeks.
“Yes. They were pleasing to see. It had been awhile.” The two of you shared some slices. This one was particularly tangy and sweet.
“Tell me mon doux petit rêveur,” Your mama said sweetly, her eyes finally having a touch of their old glimmer. “Have you had any new adventures? You have been so terribly quiet since that night.”
You pressed your lips together as you debated what to say. “No mama. No adventures since. Juste des rêves, maman.”
She shook her head. “I was so happy for you.” She barked out of cough. “You deserve to be. You haven’t been in so long.”
You jumped up and rubbed her back. “You getting better is all I wish for.” You gave her the glass to drink from, hoping to ease any pain.
There was no way, you could tell her of your plans at midnight.
*****
Enjolras, glanced at the general’s house before the carriage began to pull away. The wheels were soon were creaking and clanking against the cobblestones.
A pang, sliced through his chest at the prospect of never seeing the general again. He had been a good and kind man to him; he dared admit he was like a second father. Sitting back he felt ill, at losing a great man and powerful ally.
Though in the deepest part of his heart he also struggled with his feelings for you. He still couldn’t believe he had promised to see you in your gardens.
What had come over him, he wondered tugging on his red scarf. France was a far more important then what he could ever feel for you. People were dying and the Royal guard, the upper class did not care.
Over the last few months, since Marius had met his angel. He had even told him , he was being foolish.
Now he had his own angel. The idea of you being his angel made his heart swell. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he wondered if it was it all worth it, were you worth it.
******
You made sure your mama was tucked away and comfortable. You also placed a glass on the table near her in case she grew thirsty and most importantly you snuffed out her candles.
Safely back in your room you went about freshening yourself. Sitting at your vanity, with your hands trembling, you opened a beautiful porcelain jar. You held it your nose and smiled.
Memories, floated and swirled around you. It was as if the jar itself had been holding onto your memories. One of your favorites came for a visit.
You remembered the last time you dressed up for an elegant dinner party. Father was throwing one for his good friends. It had been four long months since he had been home so a party had been in order.
That night he promised you that after he returned from his next journey; him and your mama would begin planning a party worthy of you. The idea of courting excited and terrified you.
He was eager for you to finally have the flush of love. He had met your mother when she was a mere sixteen years of age graced her while twenty years had called on him. Though, it had been another four years before the two would become man and wife. He had gone away to war and done other tasks to prove that his love was true. By then she was an even lovier and stronger flower for him to love, and love he did. He wanted you to have that kind of love.
You were already past the years your mama had on her when she met your father, but he had wanted you to be lovely, strong but also smart.
For you, he wanted you and your man to care equally for each other. No simple man, would have a chance at his daughter’s heart. He had promised you that after his next adventure he would start meeting with potential suitors.
You were fine waiting for him to go on this next journey. This one held the promise of great tales and items one only could dream of.
“One day, a true suitor will see how precious and how sweet you are.” He assured you as Greta weaved a lovely ribbon into your hair.
“Will he be kind?”
“I will see to it. And I will make sure he is a true and rightful suitor, for ma belle fille. He will bring you exotic gifts that will bring a smile to your lips.“
“But father, you have already have given me so many exotic gifts.”
He smiled. “He will, he’ll care for all things about you, just like I do with mama.”
You glanced over and once again you were lone getting ready for your visit from Enjolras. The memory of your father faded like a fog. It brought a pain to your heart.
******
Stepping down from the carriage Enjolras struggled over what to do. He really should tell his comrades what he knows.
Entering the boardinghouse, he hoped terribly to have a few more moments alone. Climbing the creaking stairs, he entered his room and was relieved to find it empty.
Sitting down on his bed, he opened his journal. Despite knowing that he was alone, he still glanced around before tucking the envelops from the general into its safe confines.
Catching his reflection in his window, he made a face. Quickly he shed his scarf, followed by his coat and vest. After wiping his razor, he prepared his shaving soap and face. Gritting his teeth, he soon sliced away all the stray growth.
Looking from side to side, he was pleased. He had done good, he looked much better.
Pulling off his shirt, he took out and slipped on a fresh one along with one of his better vests. He ran his fingers through is always rebellious curls. There was not much that could be done about them. Moments later, he back on the cobblestones walking.
*****
You glanced at your dresses. Satisfied with yourself, you found a simple dress with a light blue silken ribbon. It was the easiest to slip on. The cotton was exceptionally soft. Opening your drawer, you removed the light blue scarf that reminded you of the night you met Enjolras. As you wrapped it around yourself, you smiled.
After slipping on some shoes, you very slowly crept down the hallway. You paused at Mama’s door. You could hear her wheezing, it was steady and deep. You knew she was deeply asleep. Then holding your breath you made your way down the stairs.
Going into the kitchen, you found one of the pears that Enjolras had given you. Glancing over your shoulder you undid the latch on the door that led into the garden.
You leaned in the doorway. Your heart beat bard against your chest. You were becoming breathless. You had never done anything like this.
*****
The moon was in the sky and the stars had begun to twinkle he reached the pub. He glanced in the window. Seeing his friends, he decided to he had better speak with them.
Pushing the heavy door in, he made his way over to them.
“Enjolras! You’ve arrived!” Grantaire cheered holding up a large mug.
The girl who usually attended to them was at his side before he could even reply ro Grantaire. She pushed a mug into his hands. “Thank you.” He put it down on the table.
He looked around at his friends as he braced himself. “I have something important to discuss with all of you.”
Grantaire, roared with laughter. “Enjolras, we all know.”
Courfeyrac, happily nodded and tapped on the table. “We want to know more. I especially since I haven’t been graced by her presence.” A wide smile was across his face.
Enjolras gritted his teeth, he glanced over at Gavroche who looked away. “So you told them? And yet the more pressing news of General Lamarque being is gravely ill isn’t important?”
His friend’s eyes smile didn’t wane. “Look, we care about you.” Grantaire practically whined.
“Seriously. You the one who only ever beds red heads and never the same woman; and my possible angel is of concern to you.” Thinking of you caused a lump in his throat.
“So you have found yourself an angel?”
Shaking his head, he looked down at the worn wood, exhaling. “To be honest.” He looked at his friends. “I may just let that angel have her wings.”
“But why?” Gavroche, cried out and looked over with wide eyes. “She seems pleasant enough, for a lady.”
Enjolras made a face. “Regardless, I do not care to discuss that matter. I am here to tell you that General Lamarque has become gravel ill.”
Grantaire, shrugged and took a swig from his mug. “Look, I know he was like a father to you, but what difference does it make. We have so many who’ve come to our side and all our supplies; we’re in a good place.”
Enjolras grabbed his mug. “Lamarque was one of the last heroes who stood up for the common man. He’s fought in the revolution and has been on our side ever since.”
“That’s all fine and good but we also care about you.”
Enjolras sighed, inwardly he was in turmoil. He put the mug back in front of his friend. “There is no talking to any of you.”
Turning, he left. He practically tore open the door.
He welcomed the silence of the cobblestone. Behind him, he left the stuffiness of the pub, the clatter of the wood scrapping against wood and his ridiculous comrades.
*******
Your heart had not stopped thudding hard in your chest as you sat in your alcove. You had placed the pear on its side, then you had it rest on its plump base then on its side. You were so nervous. In the end you decided on its plump base would be a nice way for Enjolras to find it.
******
He walked past several buildings, finally crossing a few of the streets as his heart began to beat harder. When he could just see your house in the distance, he stopped to look at the sky above. He looked towards the bright, silvery moon smiling as he took in all of the sparkling stars.
As he looked at them, he remembered what his mother had always told him, if you are to ever to make a wish, it had to be on the twinkling of a star. So placing a hand over his heart, he wished that he could do right by you. As he had made his way to your house he realized, just how much he wanted to have you at his side.
He truly hoped that he could be a good man for you, care for you as you deserved. He would strive to do be good for you while making a France that was worthy of you.
******
You held your hands out in front of you. They fragrant like the powder you had so keenly dusted yourself with. Were they truly how you wished they looked. They were not claw like Gretas, they also were not padded and speckled like mama’s own hands.
You would meet Enjolras with no gloves on. You fretted. Perhaps you should run in and retrieve a pair. You got up, walked a few steps and then shaking your head you walked back to the bench.
You shifted where you sat. You really shouldn’t worry, you remembered that the gentlemen that made your gloves, assured you, that your hands were a delight to make for. But right now, you sat there worried.
Looking skyward, you watched as a cloud passed by the moon. It was full and bright with the stars were all there twinkling and filling the night sky. As you looked up, you spotted one that was brighter then all the rest.
Placing a hand over your heart, you wished for happiness with Enjolras. You didn’t wish forever. You wished for two of you to know happiness for as long as fate thought it was just. You sealed the wish with a tear. It was a tear, that slipped free from deep within you. Now you could hope that the angels of above would look kindly down upon the two of you and grant the wish.
*******
Enjolras, found himself outside of the wall. If he did this there would no be going back. His hearted thudded, his mind brought him a memory of your sweet smile and he had the strength.
Walking around he studied the wall, seeing a bench up against the wall worried him. He shook his head. With all the unrest in the city, he was grateful no brutes had chose to climb your wall.
Taking a firm hold, he looked it over to see if it was strong. Having determine it would be able to hold him, he climbed onto it. Taking a breath, he leapt up and got a hold. Somehow, he really didn’t know how he found places to put his booted feet and pull himself up. Feeling triumphant, he got himself to the top.
Gazing skyward then back at your garden, he smiled. The moonlight poured into your garden. Standing there he looked, a small smile played on his lips when he saw the fabric of what he could only guess was your dress.
The smile dropped as nervousness grasped tightly onto him. He rocked back and forth on his booted feet. He was reminded of having a similar nervousness before addressing his comrades or when he would have to fence again Pierre and Jacques, he sneered at the memory. Those two had become so insignificant. Yet, right now the nervousness he felt was similar to those days. It wasn’t until he do his first lunge did his nerves calm.
If he could sit with you in a pub or even have his hand gently resting against you while walking in a market, he could do this. He wanted to do this. So bracing himself on one hand and crouching down, he jumped down. Pleased with himself, he stood up after landing smoothly.
He ran his finger through his rebellious curls a final time. His nervousness had great diminished, though his heart beat terribly fast. He swallowed a few breathes, the best he could and as he drew nearer. As he did, he saw you move. Just then, he stepped onto to a twig, that snapped as loudly as whip used by a coachman.
You turned, surprise splashed across your face.
“Tis me, tis me!” He whispered, stopping where he stood and held out a hand.
“Enjolras?”
He watched as you shifted trying to get a better look. He stayed rooted where he stood, as to not startle you more.
You finally stood and stepped out from behind archway over the bench where you sat. He finally noticed it was covered in greenery. That was you most likely had not been able to see him. Smoothly, turning towards him you were fully bathed in moonlight.
“Yes, it is.” He uttered.
He resisted smiling, once again like all of your scarves this one was no exception as it fluttered away from you and floated to the ground behind you. As you grew closer, he realized just how taken by how lovely you were but now in the moonlight, you had become ethereal.
You quickly closed the distance between the two of you. “Enjolras, you came.” You were breathless.
He took a step so he stood right in front of you. “I promised.” His coat just grazed you.
His eyes moved over you. Your hair was looser then it had ever been before. Your dress, was unlike he had ever seen you wear before. It made him swallow. Somehow, how it was revealing yet also very tasteful. It made his heart beat harder. Then finally he saw your hands, actually saw them. Finally, no gloves hid them from him, this pleased him very much.
“Is everything ok?”
He could hear your voice quiver. A painful flush at possibly hurting you blossomed in his heart.
Meeting your eyes. “Yes, of course.” He whispered.
Without thinking, he reached out and with both of his hands brought yours up. They were just as soft as he had hoped. Inhaling deeply, their sweet scent made him tremble.
“Enjolras.” Your voice came out as a breath.
The most exquisite knots formed in his stomach. It was the single most delightful way he had ever heard his name spoken. Another tremble came over you.
“Yes? We…we” He glanced around stumbling to find the right words, his mind had gone blank. You robbed him of any coherent thought. He grazed his lips against you knuckles. “We should sit.” He finally was able to utter.
“Yes. Yes.” You agreed repeating yourself.
You wavered before him. Always quick on his feet, he moved with you and caught you as you swooned.
Moving just so, he ended up sitting just the right way so he could hold you close. Gazing down at you, a smile curled his lips. A soft tremble came over him holding you as such.
Once the girl who always took care of him and his comrades at the pub, had draped herself across his lap. Perhaps it was to show her feelings toward him or at the very least, display what she wanted to offer him. He was just glad that she had not spilled his drink when she had done it. He had helped her to her feet and dusted himself off. She was the last thing, he had wanted to feel against him.
While right now, he was enjoying just how soft you felt against him. You felt so good. Your sweet scent tickled his nose in the best possible away. “Ma fille forte s'évanouit enfin.” His voice barely above a whisper as he traced his finger tips along the gentle curve of your cheek and long your jaw.
He studied your features in the silvery light. He could not stop the flutter of his heart, as the idea of tracing the curve of your lips. One always heard there was nothing sweeter then a kiss, he licked and bit his bottom lip. Curiosity, blossomed within him.
A soft sound came from you.
“Mon trésor, mon ange are you with me?” Speaking such sweet words felt as if he had always said them and especially to you. He had never thought that he had that in him or at the very least, he never thought it would be part of his life. That was until you came walking in.
Your eyelashes fluttered open, and a soft smile appeared on your lips but he could see as your brow creased ever so slightly.
“Enjolras, is that you?” Turning your head, reaching up your hand found a cupped his cheek.
“It is me, mon trésor.” He replied.
You smiled. Following, his heart he placed one of his hands over yours pressing it more against his cheek. Tilting his head he gazed down at you smiling back at you.
“Tell me, I am not dreaming. I could not bare it.” Your voice cracked.
“C'est moi, ma petite fille. You are not dreaming.” Gently he eased your hand to his mouth and pressed kisses to your palm.
You giggled. “En..Enjolras.” You gasped and giggled.
He smiled and pressed more kisses.
“Stop.” You smile grew even bigger. “Enjolras, that tickles!” You exclaimed.
“Only if I truly must.”
“Yes. Yes. I can barely think.”
You moved to sit up.
“Allow me to continue holding you.” He swallowed. “That is if you will allow me to do so.”
Surprise over took you and you nodded. “There is nothing, I’d enjoy more. So yes, I think I would like that very much.
Slowly shifting, you were facing now him. You were laying across his lap just so. It made it easier so he was able to hold you up higher. Now, you two could look into each other’s eyes.
“You have given me such a sweet pleasure.”
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A Time to Love and to Fight
Part Seventeen
Summary: Memories like ghosts visit Enjolras and his girl. Enjolras is about to embark on something that there is no turning back from.
Notes/Warnings: a bit short! Wanted to focus on Enjolras…and his girl before the wave of violence that is coming. Also..tried to add some more of a history to Enjolras. Strictly from my imagination.
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Enjolras, managed to sleep a few hours and as dawn broke, with some cool water he splashed his face to wake him further. Lighting a candle gave his small room some warmth.
Rubbing his hands together, he opened his razor. Easily, he sliced away what he did not wish to be on his any longer. Before he’d go to a barber, but these days he didn’t want anyone that close to his throat. In the dim, sad excuse of the mirror he made sure his goatee looked sharp and groomed. Once more he splashed water on his face to rinse of that hair that still wanted to cling to his face.
He eyed, the blue bottle that sat beside the mirror. It was one of the very few connections to his old life. It made him remember his mother and father.
When the first tuffs of growth on his face appeared, his father took him to his personal barber. It was there he learned how to use a razor and was allow to chose a fragrant splash. He had chosen the bottle at first for its brilliant shade of blue, when he removed the stopper the scent that had been hidden floated to his nose and made him smile.
That day, his father had clapped him on the back. He had told him, he was now one step closer to being a man, a proper gentleman. It was then he finally felt his father’s love. Before he had always felt like a nuisance. His father had always complained that his nose buried too much in books and not life.
Enjolras, squeezed his eyes shut at the memory. He could still hear his father’s rage when he had announced he had decided to give his life over to France. That would be his betrothed. That his sister would and could be the one to give them heirs. His mother cried, and his father threw him out, swearing he’d never allow him back onto the estate.
Things had taken time to get settled on his booted feet. His mother far gentler, would give him wrapped foods from the Ines, the family’s beloved cook. She still did on occasion. Or would make sure that the family lawyer would give him money when needed.
He swallowed, in the span of no more then two days, he tried to imagine what would happen, if he brought you home to the estate. The daughter of a merchant of the high seas, what would they have thought. He’d like to think his mother would think it was terribly romantic and exciting. He couldn’t begin to assume what his father would do.
Biting the inside of his cheek, he grabbed his scarlet scarf, he snapped the fabric. He tied and twisted the fabric so that the knot would not easily come undone. He grimaced at his reflection.
Today, he could only hope he cut the image of the man you loved. Especially, if they fates were going to trim his thread short. If that were to be his fate today, and you had to see him when he was already on his way to the heavens. He hoped he died with dignity.
Absentmindedly, his hand was drawn to the red ribbon you had tied on one of the loops of his vest. He pressed his lips together, as he looked down at it. He hoped that he would see you tonight, and not as a ghost. Quickly he looped the buttons and snuffed out the candle.
Dawn, was still a purple, bluish haze as he was leaving his loft. Sticking to the alley, he went to the agreed upon place. Walking into the warehouse, seeing some food, he tore off a piece of bread and took one of the slabs of cheese.
He was grateful that Despiat. Yesterday, he had given them a fantastic array of knives they could use when needed. But he also supplied them a place for him and his comrades for their discussions at his tavern and also brought them food when he could. Glancing around, seeing Courfeyrac he went over to him.
Sleep still clung to his face, and he wasn’t the only one; Enjolras noticed. He patted his friend on the back, “Better wake up comrade in less then two hours the procession will be starting up.”
His friend chuckled, “I’ll be awake by then. I promise.” A half smiled crinkled his eyes. “Though talk about being awake, we better go check on Marius.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Enjolras, finished the last of the bread and cheese. “We can grab Grantaire along the way.”
******
Regardless of what you did today could get your mind away from Enjolras’s words.
But angel, but love I may be facing battle tomorrow and make you widower by days end.
You helped Greta bang out the drapes. Read in the study while Mama, knitted. You even, polished some of the metal pieces mama had thought it best to hold onto after Father’s passing.
Thankfully, you did have the excuse of not being completely well, so you did disappear to your room. At least there, you could actually allow how upset you were on your face. You did not have to plaster on a smile.
Sitting by your window, you wrapped your light blue scarf around your scarf shoulders.
Sighing, you still remembered that rainy night. The warehouse door had been so heavy. He had turned to look at you in the flickering light of torches and candles. A curl fell into his face as he strode over, his black boots making the only sound. You still could remember, the puffy shirt and ebony vest.
He was the first man to ever kneel before you as he retrieved your scarf from the floor. At the time, you could have sworn you saw streaks of gold in his brown eyes as he handed your scarf back to you.
You pulled the scarf tighter around you.
Your heart fluttered at the memory of how he had pulled the scarf free of pooling around your waist as you sat with him in the tavern.
That was the first time he had rendered you breathless. The ale and his charms did a number on you.
Just quickly as he had managed to make you breathless, he was making you shake with laughter. Taking a silly stance, one usually reserved for statues, he had wrapped your blue scarf around his throat. “I will make sure its always safe.” He had pledged to always keep your scarf safe. Your laughter, his laughter mingled and gave quite the feel of happiness at that moment.
Of course, now you knew that when he spoke of your scarf he had meant you. It made your heart beat harder in your chest while it also felt like at any moment, it could be slice in two.
Getting up, you felt like you could not get a breath in your room. Your chest felt unbearably tight. Going to the window, you opened one of the latches. It creaked horribly, you glanced behind you. Mama, Greta did not come.
Bracing yourself on the window sill you took several breaths. Your scarf flapped gently in breeze that passed by you. The breeze was not strong to brush aside the tears that fell from your eyes as the sounds of screams and loud bursts came to greet your ears.
*******
“They will try and trap us at Bastile.” Enjolras, whispered to Courfeyrac and Grantaire. “But they won’t.”
Silently, he walked along side two of his most trusted comrades. Since both of then wore clothes that were no good at concealing much of anything; he had held onto their guns along with his own. He had personally, cleaned and oiled them. He did not do them any better then any of the others, he only wished to know he had personally worked on the ones that would protect his and their lives.
His heart picked up its pace with each Royal Soldier they passed. The streets were lined with them. His stomach churned, distantly he wondered if he walked by the ones who pulled you into the alley. With his jaw tight, those were ones he wished he could rain his wrath upon. They were getting worse, harassing a lone woman on the streets in the morning.
Gritting his teeth, he took a breath. “Lamarque to the Pantheon!” He called out.
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